This is the final chapter, I'd like to thank everyone who's read and reviewed! I've gotten alot of feedback from this story so I hope you all enjoy the ending. I'm sorry for the delay of posting but my computer decided to die so not my fault. However I will be posting updates to my other stories very shortly. Thanks to everything who's read, you all rock! HUGS

"But the tree is tilting," Sara groaned, lifting her body heavily on its side to look down at him.

"So?" He answered, giving her a sideways glance.

"So you're going to tip us over if you don't get on the other side." She pulled herself on him, resting her leg over his.

"You just want the left side." He swatted her legs away, seeing the beginning of yet another battle for the left side.

"What's your point?" She doesn't bother to hide it. Instead she moves herself onto him, holding her head up on bellowed that rested on his dark chest.

"You little thief! We already agreed I get the left side of the hammock." He smiles at her, attempting to put up a real fight but her closeness was making it impossible. The length of her body pressed against his was too much of distraction.

"When did we agree to this?" She smiles, her lips inches from his, her eyes studying his eyes then going lower to his lips.

"When you got the left side of the bed." He shot back, resisting her temptations. However. his hands continued stroking her naked thighs, running up her butt onto her back. He felt her shiver and gave a coy smile.

"Never heard of 'ladies first' I guess." She attempted a hard glare.

"Oh I have, I just don't see one." He smirked, pressing a hand to her neck to lower to his mouth.

"OUCH!" Michael exclaimed, as Sara's hand made contact with his lips.

Michael watched as she moved her stingy hand back under her chin.

"You deserved that." She added, lowering her head under his chin.

"A lady wears clothing, and sorry hon, but I haven't seen you in anything more then a bikini since we got here." He teased again, holding her waist tightly.

Laughing, she then turned her head back up at him. "I didn't realize you were so offended by that, I think I'll go dig out that turtleneck I brought-" She made a weak attempt to get off him. His arms tightened around her waist. They were joking, just playing around, but the idea that she would move off him, break the full body contact made him panic ever so slightly.

"Fine, get over here." He started to scoot away from the left side., Still holding her waist, he lowered her onto the hammock.

"I knew you'd see it my way." She smiled, back at him. She leaned forward and placed a placating kiss on his nose.

"I just didn't want to ruin the view!" He tossed back, jerking her hips back against his, then wrapping an arm around her midriff-.

"You still owe me dinner." Sara said moments later, when they had repositioned themselves together tightly. His head rested on her shoulder, he knew his week old whiskers were tickling her skin, but he also knew she found it 'devilishly handsome' so he didn't move away.

"I bought you dinner last night." He muttered into her ear.

"Oh I see-so that whole time in the infirmary when I was thinking riverside restaurant and filet mignons you were thinking burrito stand with brother, brother's girlfriend and nephew. I should have known!" She teased, turning her head slightly.

"Well I never did specify." Michael answered, dropping a kiss on the tender skin under her ear.

"You jerk!" She raged gently, opening her mouth to continue.

"Alright, alright-where do you want to go? I suppose I can borrow money from my wealthy brother now-" Michael gripped her hips and turned her in the hammock until they were facing each other. "I saw a cute little-"

"I want you to cook." She placed a hand on his chest, her eyes sparkling.

"Umm...NO." Michael gave a little shake of his head.

"Why not? You're amazing with everything else in life I can only imagine your cooking!" Sara said excitedly, as she began tracing his tattoo with one finger. It was Michael's turn to shiver.

"Then leave it to your imagination. But about me being amazing with everything else-" He shook his head firmly, wishing he could sound as firm as he'd like. But there she was again, using those damn wiles.

"No! Not until you make me dinner. Are you telling me you can't cook?" Sara asked, running her fingertip lightly over his nipple. When she heard a hiss from him, she smiled.

"I've been known to turn noodle into kitty vomit." He said pressing her body against his. No matter how close, he never seemed to be able to get her close enough.

"I don't believe it," She replied seriously…because she really didn't.

"Trust me-I can't even fix a burrito." Michael reassured, suddenly more interested in her lips than whatever conversation they were having. Hell he'd resisted her throughout the morning, considering the fact that she was wearing a tiny black bikini, he'd thought he'd done quiet well. But resistance wasn't all that great, so he leaned forward and kissed her.

He angled his body, attempting to deepen the kiss, when she suddenly broke it off.

"Well then come on burrito boy – go beg money from your brother. You owe me a date." She pushed him away with a coy smile. Damn her wiles, Michael thinks for the second time, knowing it to be far from the last time. She stepped off the hammock then reached for a towel he had placed on the ground. Michael watched as she wrapped herself in it then turned back to him.

"Come on, I'm starving." She extended her arms to him, encouraging him to stand.

Michael took her hands but didn't sit up. "Sara, I love you, you know that right?"

She gave him a confused glance then smiled, "Of course."

"Good," he pulled her back down onto the hammock, grinning even more when he heard her loud yelp of surprise. He buried his lips into hers, not waiting for permission to consume her mouth

He pulled her back on him, running his hands down her back and back up, stopping only when he reached the clasp of her top. He met her eyes, as she pulled their mouths apart.

She sucked in a loud breath then smiled at him. "You're still buying me dinner."

"Later-" He nodded, her clasp coming easily undone.

"Much later." She lowered her mouth back to his.